Chapter 22

Cassandra’s fingers trembled around the slender neck of her personal tequila bottle as she resisted Zoe’s outstretched hand, refusing to take the larger one. Instead, she tipped the smaller container to her lips, drawing another sharp sip. The burn of the alcohol spread through her chest, but her eyes stayed glassy with unshed tears. She stared at Zoe, fresh worry etching her features. “What do I do now?” she whispered, voice cracking.

Zoe’s dark brows shot upward in exasperation. She folded her arms, leaning back into the plush armchair as if bracing herself for Cassandra’s next outburst. “Why are you asking me?” she demanded. “This whole mess is on you—you let yourself go malicious, and now you’re too numb to think straight.”

Cassandra’s throat tightened. She let out a shaky sniff, tears threatening to spill. “Zehaaaaan!” she wailed, lurching forward. “I undressed right in front of him—what if he’s not gay? My boobs—he actually saw them! Zehaaaaan, help meee!”